Saved by Kylie

31.) Harry's House

Sarah's POV

I played with King for a few hours, until Khloé, Kourt, and Scott came over. T came in the livingroom with us and we all sat together.
"So, what's going on in the world of Kylie?" Kourt asked.
"Nothing. Literally, these last two weeks have been super chill. I'm preparing for new Kylie LipKit shades," she said.
"T, what's going on with you?" Khloé asked.
"I'm doing my Bitch I'm the Shit 2 tour in a couple of weeks so I'm preparing for that. It's gonna be dope," he grinned.
"Sarah! What's new with you? Are you and Harry still friends?" Khloé asked. I blushed.
"They're more than friends! Her face is red!" Scott yelled.
"No, no, no," I smiled, "we're only friends. I met his mom last night when I went over for dinner. She's really sweet," I said.
"Wait, but isn't that what you do when you're in a relationship?" Kourtney asked, smirking.
"It gets even better. She spent the night!" Kylie said. Everyone gasped.
"Just friends?!" Khloé asked, she knows we're together, she's just faking it for me.
"I had a few glasses of wine and Kylie didn't want me to drive home," I explained.
"Oh, that's smart," Kourtney said.
"Yeah, the last time someone was drinking, he got put in the hospital and got staples in his head," Kylie said.
"Wait, he still has staples?" Scott asked.
"Yeah. He still has his stitches too. They get removed in three days I think," I said.
"Are you going with him?" Khloé asked.
"Yeah, duh. I was there when he was in the wreck. I can be there after."
"Is Niall going?"
"No, but I think after he gets all his stitches and staples removed, he's throwing a big party. I'm invited," I said, looking at T.
"I guess you can go. I just don't want you spending the night," he said.
"There's going to be alcohol. What if someone spikes my drinks again?" I asked.
"Call one of us, we'll pick you you up," Kourtney said.
"Okay," I said, there's no way I'm going to be able to spend the night.

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After dinner, I went upstairs and picked out an outfit for tomorrow. I kept it casual with black leggings and a red Pablo shirt.

"Sarah?" Kylie called walking in my room.
"Hey," I responded. She walked in my closet.
"What are you doing?" She asked, looking around.
"Picking out an outfit for tomorrow. Harry's remodeling his house and it just got finished," I explained.
"Have you guys kissed yet?" She asked.
"No, why don't you guys believe me? T told me to take it slow," I reminded.
"I'm just a concerned mother," she smiled.
"Don't be. I'm fine," I promised.
"Okay, what time are you leaving?"
"He's picking me up at ten."
"Okay, I'm having breakfast with Kendall and Khloé, so I won't be here," she said. I nodded.
"Get some sleep," she ordered, kissing my forehead.

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I woke up and put my outfit on. I'm not doing my makeup, but I brought my makeup bag, just in case I want it. I kept my hair down and straightened it. It's actually getting really long. A few more inches and it'll reach my butt.

I grabbed my purse and went downstairs.
"What are you two doing today?" I asked. T was making King breakfast.
"I don't know. Scott and I are taking King and Mason to lunch," he answered. I grabbed a soda out of the fridge. T looked at me funny.
"What?" I asked.
"You and Kourtney are on the same diet, but you're drinking Pepsi," he said.
I smiled, "it's good." Harry beeped his horn.
"That's Harry. Bye," I said, kissing King.

I got in his car and we drove to his house. His driveway was gated at the end so no one could get in. We drove up to his house.
"This is so pretty," I smiled. We walked in his white mansion and it reminded me of Kris's house. Everything was black and white. There were some red paintings here and there.
He showed me around all the rooms.
"You're living here by yourself?" I asked.
"Yeah," he responded, nonchalant.
"Aren't you going to get lonely?"
"I'll have people stay over. The band is taking a year off, but I'll still invite them to hang out," he explained. I nodded. This house is amazing. We walked into Harry's room and I was taken back. It was huge. The room was completely white. There was a white piano at the one corner, and a foosball table at the other corner. His bed was huge and really high up off the ground.
"You play the piano?" I asked, walking towards it.
"Yeah, I play the guitar too, but I'm not that good yet," he admitted.
"Where's your guitar?" I asked. He pointed beside his bed. I smiled and sat down on his bed with it.
"You play?" He asked.
I laughed, "no, but how hot would it be if I could?" I smiled. He laughed. He sat beside me and took the guitar. He started playing and he sang one of my favorite songs, Hey There Delilah.

After he finished the song, he looked at me. I kissed him hard and we started making out.
"I told you I wasn't having sex until everything was perfect," he whispered.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm getting my stitches removed tomorrow. We're waiting until my staples get removed," he added.
"You're face healed up pretty well,"  I smiled. He laughed and rolled over beside me. I leaned up and started kissing his neck. Harry cupped my cheek with his hand and kissed my lips softly.
"You're tempting me," he whispered. I smiled and kissed him again.

Harry drove me back home at seven.
"Come over tomorrow at six. We'll have dinner," he said.
"I thought I was coming with you to get your stitches out?" I asked.
"I don't want paparazzi to be crazy. Just come over for dinner."
"Okay, I'll be over for dinner," I promised. He smiled and drove away.

I went in the house and walked in the livingroom. Khloé, Kendall, and Kylie were talking.
"Hey," I said. I put my purse down on the coffee table and sat beside Khloé.
"Hey you," Khloé smiled, "Where have you been?"
"Harry finished remodeling his house and he wanted to show me everything," I said, "it's really nice."
"That's cool," Khloé smiled.
"You didn't wear any makeup?" Kylie asked.
"No. He picked me up at ten this morning," I explained.
"You were with him alone for a while," Kylie said, trying to get me to spill something.
"Yeah. We hung out and he played some songs on his guitar for me. I'm going to dinner tomorrow night with him."
"That's sweet, just be back before midnight," she said. I nodded. I looked over at Kendall, but she was looking at her feet.
"Anyway... I'm going to take a bath, bye guys," I said, excusing myself from the awkwardness.

"Dinner at Harry's tomorrow?" Khloé asked, walking in my bathroom. I put two bath bombs in my water and turned to look at her.
"Yep, dinner," I said.
"So, is that why you're soaking in a bubble bath and you're smiling like crazy? Just for dinner?" She asked.
"Khloé, he's getting his stitches removed and I think he can get his staples out too. He doesn't have any bruises anymore. We talked about waiting, but after he got in the wreck, it changed things. We might have sex tomorrow night, I don't know, but I want it to be perfect. Stop stressing me out!" I said. I took a deep breath and lit some candles.
"Sarah, you can't have sex! You're sixteen."
"No one is going to know, so no one is going to say anything. We might not even have sex. How old was Kylie when her and T had sex? We all know they didn't wait until she was eighteen," I pointed out.
"Sarah... This isn't a good idea," Khloé said. She took a seat on the edge of my white tub. I put my hair in a high bun.
"Khloé, I can make my own decisions. I'm on birth control. Nothing bad is going to happen. Do you want me to call you after I get home from my date?"
"Yeah. I need to know everything," she said. I smiled.
"Okay, now get out. I have to shave my legs," I said. Khloé left and closed my door. I got in and closed my eyes to try and relax.